A Song Is Born
Touching me deep in my core;
strings vibrating,fingers sore.
Long into the night I strive
to figure out the jumping jive.
Won't stop strumming till I find
that tune implanted in my mind.
The logical and lyrical
combine into a miracle.
Crescendo lifts into the sky;
a band of angels standing by.
Playing now with all my might
this song is born into the night.
I'm gratified with every note
and every lilting word I wrote.
I hope you will remember this;
That music-making is my bliss!
for "Limitless" contest
sponsored by Paula Swanson
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011
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